I would love to go to Greece.

Great protuberating conch shells!

Cabel gives her a quizzical look. “I am totally not getting enough attention here.

Life is very complicated. Filled with dreams and adventures, and disasters and broken hearts, too.

Maybe broken hearts can mend more easily than broken hands and eyes.

Maybe I am insane. Maybe I really am.

Sean Ranger, your poor dear sister is standing here in the lounge waiting for you, you dolt.

I hate to do it.” “It won’t hurt them.” “That’s exactly why I hate to do it,” growled.

She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she’s in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.

No choice is best.